I have seen the seed of my good dreams, they make me want to burst, but i can never seem to quench my thirst, since birth i have always wanted to help the earth. your hurt so all you do is curse, covered in dirt, your stuck in reverse, your my enemy. im empty of energy to try fill my purse, but i got to find the next verse to make myself immerse from the evil that lurks. unlike you who uses excuses and chooses to never call a truce. you strut, you abuse, till our life, was cut in two, i am bruised but see the gift im am given.. the gift to try lift some spirits, why im still living.. you may think your made of stone, but we are nothing more, than flesh and bone..
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